Today you are nine months old.
There's so much I want to say in this month's letter, but sometimes words truly fail me. I don't know what to say in regards to all that's been going on.
So I'll just say this.
I am not at my best these days. Haven't been for quite some time now.
But I'm working on it. Like everyone else in this world, I'm not perfect. I so badly wanted to be my best for you, kiddo, and the sad fact is, I've fallen way short of being the mother I wanted to be.
But I am your mother. And you are my son. And nothing, nothing, will ever stop me from loving you.
And that? That, my love, is everything.